There are huge trees in the treasure land, and there are faint shadows falling down. A small ginseng boy flew forward nimbly, and a person followed silently behind him. His figure was hidden in the thick shadows. One person and one child, moving at a not very fast speed. Crossed into the depths of the treasure land.
Zhao Shun watched the ginseng boy flying up and down, feeling relieved. The ginseng boy's body in her hand had lost its spiritual consciousness, and when it was transformed into a doll, she felt a little lucky.
Compared with the ginseng boy that Feixue had transformed that day, the ginseng boy she drew up was obviously lifeless. It did not lead the way and did not even move. Zhao Chun did not give up. Instead, he entered with his spiritual consciousness. Fortunately, in When his spiritual consciousness first entered, there was a hint of deep consciousness stirred in the simulated ginseng child. Perhaps it was because there was still some breath left in the body of the ginseng child.
"It's just that a trace of consciousness can't make the puppet move freely. It still has to be driven by spiritual consciousness and follow the place indexed by consciousness." Even so, Zhao Chun was very satisfied in his heart. If the simulated Shen Tong Lian Divine consciousness can't cross over, so it's really of no use!
With this thought in mind, the young man who was leading the way began to slow down. Zhao Chun stopped to see how his consciousness was acting. If he was slightly aroused, his consciousness would follow him. I saw the ginseng boy wandering around in one place, rushing around impatiently. Two fat hands gently opened a small dark gap in front of him, but there was a pushing force in it, preventing it from entering.
Zhao Shun's heart skipped a beat, this must be the precious narrow room!
It's just that this time he didn't take the initiative to lead the boy in, but instead resisted and refused...
She took out the ginseng boy's body and ruthlessly cut off one of the tiny roots. When it was cut off, snow-white air immediately floated out. When the true energy was attracted, it transferred to the body of the simulated ginseng boy.
After all, this object is transformed into a doll, and has almost nothing to do with the ginseng child. Because it is contaminated with a little bit of the ginseng child's breath when it is transformed, it can take the shape of a child. It is thought that it is because of this breath that the little ginseng child in front of it can be created. There is a gap, but if you want to enter it again, the original light breath is not enough.
So Zhao Xun cut off the roots of the body and made up for the missing ginseng child's aura. The result was just as she thought. The simulated ginseng child seemed to be recognized by Baoji Hazama, and the original ginseng child was The small black gap opened open, and with a move of his little feet, he stepped into the narrow space!
Zhao Chun didn't dare to make any mistake, so he immediately used his true energy to hold up the small gap, and followed Ginseng Tong into the narrow space!
The inside was still as she had seen it, deep and dark, with no light. Only by letting out one's spiritual consciousness could one see the surroundings clearly.
When he entered previously, Zhao Chun was only building the foundation, and using his true energy as spiritual consciousness, his vision was very blurry. Now with the help of spiritual consciousness, all the dark and deep things began to slowly become clear.
The majestic warship was rotted into half, the mast was floating in the air, the battle flag was scattered, countless broken magic weapons were piled up into a mountain, and there were a lot of corpses underneath, which was shocking!
Her breathing was slightly suffocated. From the moment she entered the narrow room, there was an indescribable feeling of familiarity hanging in her heart. This was completely absent when she first entered!
"Is this...the evil spirit?" Zhao Xun thought for a moment, then turned his hand and took out the scabbard that Tianzhou Baohui had obtained. The evil spirit in the scabbard was deeply stained with the darkness in the narrow space. Very similar, even like the same thing.
But...it's also different.
The evil spirit on the scabbard is so cold that it penetrates the bones. There is no need to explore it carefully. Just cover it with true energy and the evil spirit will fight back. If this evil spirit is like a hungry tiger, the darkness in the narrow room is more like a domesticated cat beast, a neutral object that has no corrosive power and has long since eliminated its malice over the years.
"How could such evil spirits appear in the sect?"
Zhao Shun had doubts in his heart, but the scabbard in his hand suddenly flew upwards, heading straight towards a dark and unknown place!
She knew that the Purple Gold Essence was in the tomb of Master Zhantian, and that the scabbard belonged to his natal spiritual sword. So when the scabbard moved, Zhao Xuan immediately got up and chased after him. , and at the same time turned into a big hand, putting away the puppet ginseng child that was wandering to nowhere.
The speed of the scabbard was beyond her expectation, and there was some wind from all directions. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and stars like the sun appeared in front of her eyes, swallowing her up...
The familiar feelings of separation, falling and landing reminded Zhao Chun of the previous time, when she almost reflexively summoned the Golden Crow Blood Fire. It was precisely because of the blood fire illumination that the surroundings began to become clearer.
"In the past, I couldn't see clearly with my true energy as my spiritual sense. Now I can't see my surroundings with my spiritual sense. Are there hundreds of times more evil spirits here than those in the narrow room?" Zhao Xun couldn't help but feel confused. Shen, fortunately these evil spirits can no longer harm anyone, otherwise even the Ning Yuan monks would be frozen to pieces by the cold the moment they entered!
The first time she heard the name of Master Zhantian was not from Bai Lu. Master Zhantian asked, "All Zhaoyan disciples should know his name. The biography of the sect's Bowen Tower is recorded every ten thousand years. He is the first person in this ten thousand years!"
The first disciple of Hai Qing's powerful disciple, the first disciple of Zhao Yan, who will enter the Great Master state at the age of 1,300. He is the second "No. 1 Sword Cultivator in the Three Thousand Worlds" after the third generation leader Taiyi Jinxian. , but before becoming a great master, he died in the Abyss Demonic Cave, and his master Haiqing has been locked in the cave to this day. This is one of the heaviest setbacks Zhaoyan has suffered in the past ten thousand years.
"Since he fell into the devil's cave, there is a reason why evil spirits are everywhere here..." When Zhao Yan's disciples mentioned this, they all sighed with regret, and Zhao Shun also frowned secretly.
She walked along the corridor and arrived in front of the familiar pitch-black tide. The Flame Pattern Round Temple was still the same as before, shrouded in deep mist.
He could not avoid it before, but now he had a reason to go. Zhao Shun took the scabbard hovering in the air into his hand, his heart sank, and he fell into the black water.
The dark tide was cold to the bone, and she felt as if all her true energy was locked within her body, unable to move at all. There were only two ways in front of her, go forward, you might be in danger, or retreat, you would definitely fail!
"We're all here, what room for evacuation is there..."
Zhao Chun gritted his silver teeth secretly, lifted up his legs that were almost too stiff to move, and half of his body sank and swayed in the black water. Fortunately, after the Golden Crow Blood Fire returned to his dantian, there was warmth in the three inches below the navel, which prevented the spirit base fluid pool from freezing into ice.
Three feet...two feet!
Normally, it was only a distance that could be covered in one step, but now it was like a chasm. When she reached within ten feet, she felt that the meridians in her body had become brittle, there was no trace of blood on her face, the blood in her body was not flowing, and her eyes were pitch black. one slice.
Suddenly, she grabbed a hand, which was warm and soft. All the coldness began to fade away when she held that hand.
Zhao Xun was stunned for a moment, then raised her head from the black water that had reached her chest. The face of the woman in front of her could not be seen clearly, and the soft white light emitted gave her a holy look, unlike that of a mortal...
